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Aesop Rock - Dorks (Official Video)
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Written by Aesop Rock
Produced By Blockhead
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Written by Aesop Rock
Produced By Aesop Rock
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Written by Aesop Rock
Produced By Blockhead
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Written by Aesop Rock
Produced By Blockhead
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SONG CREDITS:
Written by Aesop Rock and Blueprint
Produced By Blueprint
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SONG CREDITS:
Written & Performed by Aesop Rock
Produced By Blockhead
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SONG CREDITS:
Written by Aesop Rock and Vast Aire
Produced By El-P
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VIDEO CREDITS:
Illustrated and Animated by Aesop Rock
SONG CREDITS:
Written and Produced by Aesop Rock
LYRICS:
I like drawing pigeons,
People tend to feed 'em or forbid 'em
either way it’s rare to see 'em individually considered
There’s always like a million eating cigarettes and ketchup
I take a lot pictures, I been cropping out the extras
I been studying the independent measurements and metrics
The postures and the body types, the patterns on the feathers
Like some ritualistic tattoo dating back to their ancestors
While the bib and neck come dipped in precious amethyst and emeralds
It’s a pity about the stigmas
How the cooties overshadow any beauty that enrich us
A white dove symbolizes peace and pacifism
A white dove is a pigeon, you muffugas is bigots
Yo, 3 toes forward, one toe ain’t
1 AM sketching muscles on a plump little frame
Plus I love your pretty orange eyes and dumb little brain
I’ll add a nimbus to atone for how we sullied the name
Phone, wallet, coffee, keys, lighter
I’m headed for the beyond, I’m a need a cease fire
Lighter, keys, coffee, wallet, phone
The whole street is lava, the beyond is not a go...
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VIDEO CREDITS:
Shot by Rebecca Cedeño
Directed & Edited by Aesop Rock
SONG CREDITS:
Written and produced by Aesop Rock
Keys by Asher Fulero
Cuts by Forest Pond
LYRICS:
First uninvited tech I hear pingin’
Ring in a cameo from the hammerstone
Bam, the fantasy brandishing a banana phone
Cramp into the glamper van, vanish off the candid cam
Frying pan to fire like a vandal hand to Montana Gold
Fan the flame of animals with access to the roof like Michelangelo
About to free a statue from a cube
Hold a can of ruby like a spam musubi
In a blink I turn a block or two to pomegranate smoothie
All-state ball of fleas, walk in front a greyhound
In J’s so clean, even Paul of Thebes came out
Office in the hall of meat, I can’t even check the mail
Without a trail of handlers waving around dog treats
Here boy! Aes from before the first star wars
I survived action park, I survived lawn darts
Salsa bar all stars, buzzin’ and bitchin’
I got a seat at the summit for any son of perdition, wasup
All type a shit, all, all type a shit
Dashing through the atlas throwing magic at the sciences
I be in the crows nest most days
I know how the whole mess rotate
All type a shit, all, all type a shit
Mashing thru the mire, the master of my environment
I been doing laps of the lost world
I could draw a map to the raw nerve
By the bridge the air has a edge to it
It smell like a burning Sentra, it taste like a tens unit
The tension is extra extra, the meth’ll induce a hubris
The hubris produce a weapon for any potential Judas
A newbie could be confused with
It ain’t the hood to play who’s who in
I mean you ain’t even you in it to who is
I cook in the every nook, I’m a snap of the sewer cap
It’s a mile of uneven cobble, a map of the booby traps
I been active around the alleys, beyond where the taxi taxi
Beyond where the bus’ll bus ya, with blood on the classic khakis
A cannonball into traffic, a fire escape his trapeze
A lapse in the record when he circled back to tag the Applebees
And procure the appetizer breadsticks
They kill us in the long run but unite us in the present
A sign of life in the dead ends, even if it’s mostly mildew
You ain’t get it if you still on that “What are you getting into?”
All type a shit, all, all type a shit
Dashing through the atlas throwing magic at the sciences
I be in the crows nest most days
I know how the whole mess rotate
All type a shit, all, all type a shit
Mashing thru the mire, the master of my environment
I been doing laps of the lost world
I could draw a map to the raw nerve
I'm part of what the dour climate begets
A people that don’t jump at the power that be’s behest
Come bounce around the house of flying rejects
We been eating where upheaval is a feature not a defect
Tortellini MREs and zero dirty dishes
Only dirty minions yelling over yellow journalism
I got witches and wizards who opt to summer under bridges
Over sun-kissed in the tropics, maybe something’s in the liquid
I’m foreign to the comfort of performance for the glory
Every yard is part of out-running an origin story
That get him pressed into the corners
and connecting the dots in no order
Learned to render any exit I want
It’s a hole in the floor, it’s a door on the bricks
It’s a bike in the alley when you can’t warp to the ship
I stuck a fork in myself before you were spores in a dish
The mission only as important as that lure in your lip
Sure as shit
All type a shit, all, all type a shit
Dashing through the atlas throwing magic at the sciences
I be in the crows nest most days
I know how the whole mess rotate
All type a shit, all, all type a shit
Mashing thru the mire, the master of my environment
I been doing laps of the lost world
I could draw a map to the raw nerve
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Created by Atmosphere
Produced by Ant
Written and performed by Slug
LYRICS:
Each and any and…
Everything’s happening whatever that means
There’s no gravity no attachings
Stay traveling but don’t change
I must be out of my brains
Everything’s happening whatever that means
There’s no gravity no attachings
Stay traveling but don’t change
I must be out of my brains
It’s been a long time I probably should’ve left you sooner
Everything that you love’s been sutured
Even the sun above is a rumor
Can’t tell the fortune can’t see the future
Approaching the floating fragments of a cause
That collapsed under the pressure of a clock holding balance hostage
I try to pretend that I’m distracted
A little too sensitive to take another stab at pragmatic
I can feel the damage to the fabric
I’m trying not to vomit on this canvas
I can feel the itch of anxiety
But can’t seem to find the switch for auto piloting
Just another sticker on the bumper of the bucket
As I travel through the stars to the far end of nothingness
Adrift in the loneliness
Until I put my name upon that list of things that don’t even exist
Everything’s happening whatever that means
There’s no gravity no attachings
Stay traveling but don’t change
I must be out of my brains
Everything’s happening whatever that means
There’s no gravity no attachings
Stay traveling but don’t change
I must be out of my brains
It still feels like it happened last morning
Right, I was surrounded by something like northern lights
But the lights kind of sound like swords
Vibrated and felt a sensation never found before
That’s when my feet left the floor
Plow through the ceiling following a feeling
Tired of the misery, always grieving
I was never visiting but now I’m leaving
Peace, it is what it is
But what it is is my line stays busy ain’t nobody else’s business
Permanent vacation no communications
My population is planets and constellations
I guess, I guess I’ve been an absence
Ever since we stopped providing evidence of human kind’s excellence
The elephant has exited the room
I levitate to heaven like a lost balloon
Everything’s happening whatever that means
There’s no gravity no attachings
Stay traveling but don’t change
I must be out of my brains
Everything’s happening whatever that means
There’s no gravity no attachings
Stay traveling but don’t change
I must be out of my brains
#Atmosphere #TalkTalk #Rhymesayers
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SONG CREDITS:
Created by Atmosphere
Produced by Ant
Written and performed by Slug and Bat Flower
Includes elements of “Heaven Grand” by Bat Flower
LYRICS:
No right one
No right one
No right one
Aye, are you okay what‘s that word even mean
Check your friends to make sure that they feel heard and seen
Cause it can change like the weather
And the weather seem like it’s been under a lot of pressure
Alright good to talk to you till next time
And that’s as profound as it gets some times
Trying to disable my defense mechanism
To protect this time we’ve been blessed to be given
How do you explain the feeling that you feel when you’re connected
When I hear you talk it’s like I’m listening to favorite records
I’m fully invested in the story you’re telling me it’s gloriously impressive
Emoji hearts to all of y’all at my party
I’m the OG that was parked on the wall
Thanks for your hand in helping me climb up here
You know who you are and you know that I love you
Let’s give it up for your friends
Front to back, side to side, make noise for them
Try not to neglect your health
Get a professional listener help you talk to yourself
You might talk with god, you might talk to the dead
You might talk to your plants and your pets
I talk to my radio
I hope that everybody know the kind of people that I know
They got me turning up the audio
No right one
Even if the sky was clear
You need someone here when you got something to hear
No right one
Even if it’s you in the mirror
You need someone here when you got something to hear
No right one
Even if I’m swimming in tears
You got someone here if you got something to hear
No right one
Even if I’ve disappeared
I’m here for you if you’ve got something to hear
If I know you bet I’ve given you uninvited advice
Mostly freestyle I didn’t think twice
This might sound like I’m probably in denial
But if you love me you’d have told me I should shut my fat smile
Every once in a while I’ll access a file
That’s tagged with fresh paint that says forget
Drenched in sweat and gasoline breath
Trying to find the best synonym for regret
Nah, I’m joking but all of my laughs
Are based in the broken hearted nugget of facts
The circle gets a little bit smaller every passing cycle
Then turns around like where’d the time go
Figure out what we need to get out of our mouth
Then we can throw each other under the couch
Or we can take a drive or we can take a walk
Or call me on the phone so we can talk
No right one
Even if the sky was clear
You need someone here when you got something to hear
No right one
Even if it’s you in the mirror
You need someone here when you got something to hear
No right one
Even if I’m swimming in tears
You got someone here if you got something to hear
No right one
Even if I’ve disappeared
I’m here for you if you’ve got something to hear
No right one
No right one
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Created by Atmosphere
Produced by Ant
Written and performed by Slug
LYRICS:
I don’t mind
I don’t mind
I don’t mind
You deserve some levity
For whatever it’s worth it weighs heavily
First place ain't nothing but a memory
But it depends on what the sponsors are peddling
Looking at the latency
Don’t ever put all your eggs and seeds in one legacy
I want to live to see some longevity
And spread thin over everything
I don’t mind I’m trying to feel secure
But I don’t even know if I’d recognize that kind of fur
My fingerprints seem so blurred
I want to leave the earth just me and her
And we ain't trying to learn the words
But whatever works whatever’s preferred
Already got her name tattooed on my nerves
I just want to make sure that I’m heard
I don’t mind I respect every step that I climbed
I believe that everything will be fine
Just don’t wake up in a box made of pine
And don’t sleep in a bed made of time
And don’t sacrifice your breath for the rhyme
Everybody gets left behind
And maybe we’ll find it was all by design
It was took from the walls of our mind
I don’t mind
I don’t mind
I don’t mind but I’d be lying if I said it was cool
But you would cry if I said it was through
Get your ducks lined up at the petting zoo
Keep the view a few steps ahead of you
The house gonna house the rules
It’s the same old song and power moves
But you can fail with no excuse
Because the games at the fair ain't supposed to lose
I don’t mind but that don’t mean that I don’t care
I do my best to express most clear
I don’t speak the savoir faire
This ain't chess this is solitaire
So turn up the bass and lay back the captain's chair
We trying to relax in here
I’m somewhere in between the laughs and the tears
And maybe that’s why we call it atmosphere
Do you mind
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SONG CREDITS:
Created by Atmosphere
Produced by Ant
Written and performed by Slug
Additional Sarod played by Alam Khan
LYRICS:
You don’t even know what you’re looking at
I gave everything and then I took it back
I’m a dinosaur behind a crooked mask
I feel like a brand new book of matches
Shark week with a bottle of chartreuse
Off the bar stool caught the car pool
Heartbeat hit the gas and broke loose
Moon boots, bubble goose and a harpoon
No way, is everybody okay
Wellness check then give me my bouquet
Took the car to a train took a train
To the plane I don’t wanna play games
I’ll meet you at the jubilee
It used to be peace love and unity
But now I scroll through the news to see
The next shooting spree
What you doing to me, stop
Change the program
(Right, left)
Change The program
(Right, left )
Don’t hold your breath
Change The program
(Right, left)
Don’t hold your breath
Change the program
(Right, Left)
What’s left, show your left (left)
That’s right, show you’re right (right)
What’s left, show your left (left)
That’s right, show you’re right (right)
What’s left, show your left (left)
That’s right, show you’re right (right)
What’s left, show your left (left)
That’s right, show you’re right (right)
What’s left, show you’re left (left)
Aye what you running towards
It comes from under the floorboards
Snuck through the back door
Just to pour a glass half full and fast forward
Unplug the beast but first gotta find something to breathe
I believe you need a little relief
Stretch and reach and catch and release
Me from inside the machine
Trying to escape like flies on a screen
Keep your eyes on the screen
And live life like a dream
I’m not anti-social
But I’ll be careful who I bare my soul to
With all due respect to who kept it moving
Nothing’s beautiful, let’s get ruined
(Right, left)
Don’t hold your breath
Change the program
(Right, left)
Don’t hold your breath
Change the program
(Right, left)
Don’t hold your breath
(Turn it off)
Change the program
(Right, left)
What’s left, show your left (left)
That’s right, show you’re right (right)
What’s left, show your left (cut it off)
That’s right, show you’re right (right)
What’s left, show your left (left)
That’s right, show you’re right (right)
What’s left, show your left (left)
That’s right, show you’re right (right)
What’s left, show you’re left (GO)
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SONG CREDITS:
Created by Atmosphere
Produced by Ant
Written and performed by Slug
LYRICS:
Sometimes I…
Sometimes I…
Sometimes I feel like I’m in a trap
But why do it matter if it don’t change where I’m at
Are you at the back of the front
Or are you at the front of the back
But why do it matter if it don’t change where you’re at
And I don’t know if it’s the end or the start
But I can tell that you got a lot of heart
And I believe that you love real hard
And I believe that you love art
And I been making up excuses for you
But I didn’t do this exclusive for you
I picked a compassion fruit
Squeeze some into a glass of juice
Mix it up with some magic
I wanna see it from a different aspect
My middle name might as well have been that’s that shit
The tragic is always attractive
It’s gotta be freakish too
So they visibly struggle to keep their cool
Cause you clearly never adhered to the rules
They demanded allegiance to
Sometimes I feel like I’m in a trap
But why do it matter if it don’t change where I’m at
Are you at the back of the front
Or are you at the front of the back
But why do it matter if it don’t change where I’m at
And I don’t know if it’s the start or the end
But I can tell that you got a lot of friends
That’s a lot of amends it all depends
I won’t pretend to know your motive
Probably similar to mine, I know it
I’m hoping that you know you’re important
Of course you did every morning you woke up and noticed it
It’s kind of like we’re all together
Inside the vacuum sucking on the pressure
But some of us try to act like we’re better
And some of us are just like whatever
I guess that it must be strange when
They’re visibly angry and anxious
But I don’t even want control of which way my flowers get arrangement
Sometimes I feel like I’m in a trap
But why do it matter if it don’t change where I’m at
Are you at the back of the front
Or are you at the front of the back
But why do it matter if it don’t change where you’re at
Be mental, be well, be gentle with yourself
Be mental, be well, be gentle with yourself
Be mental, be well, be gentle with yourself
Be mental, be well, be gentle with yourself
Be mental, be well, be gentle with yourself
Be mental, be well, be gentle with yourself
Be mental, be well, be gentle with yourself
Be mental, be well, be gentle with yourself
#Atmosphere #TalkTalk #Rhymesayers
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SONG CREDITS:
Created by Atmosphere
Produced by Ant
Written and performed by Slug, Buck 65 and Kool Keith
Additional enlightenment by Mr. Dibbs
LYRICS:
(Slug):
Hello Pete I think it’s time to read them receipts
Tighten up the light bulb and write your own speech
Change the pillow case, unplug the wireless
Following a fever like it doesn’t bug the viruses
I wish there was an island you could drive to just to
Occupy the time with a little peace and quiet
To balance all the violence that you’ve had to carry
And pick up some new vocabulary
And I ain't trying to suggest how to handle the stress
But everything’s dirty with a capital F
Keep a canister of Narcan in the man purse
Put your hands in the air like you’ve got all the answers
If you know then you know how it looks
Some of these tattoos probably could’ve been books
And everybody’s name might as well be Peter Piper
Cause we are all graffiti writers
We keeping it live
(is it live?)
Live
(is it live?)
Live
(is it live?)
Live
(is it live?)
We keeping it live
(is it live?)
Live
(is it live?)
(is it live?)
Live
(is it live?)
Live
(is it live?)
(Buck 65 ):
Hello Pete dope beat yo got a front row seat
Eating good goat meat cook it over low heat
Lookit, these are crow’s feet growing old I don’t cheat
Home run hitting ‘em balls landing 20 rows deep
White bread or whole wheat
Children building muscle mass
Cause you gotta hustle fast blinded by the muzzle blast
Soaking in a bubble bath, smoking like I’m Al Pacino
Jalapeño crack a cold one ride a golden palomino
Yo, so many classics in my oeuvre
Hang a photocopy of my album cover in the Louvre
I like to move it-move it shovel and a sturdy bucket
So disturbing dirty fuck it Kentucky derby Kirby Puckett
Winner’s circle worthy of it celebrate with rebel yells
Camouflage and metal shells working out with kettlebells
Walking where the devil dwells like LL I need a beat to be complete
I’m outta here, see ya Pete
We keeping it live
(is it live?)
Live
(is it live?)
Live
(is it live?)
Live
(is it live?)
We keeping it live
(is it live?)
Live
(is it live?)
(is it live?)
Live
(is it live?)
Live
(is it live?)
(Kool Keith):
Pete get a job fill out an application
With a pen in formation you gonna need the work instead
of struggling for handouts otherwise you gonna be a man down
Like 2pac said keep your head up
Improve and get it together
Get a suit for an interview not a Matrix leather
In the basic weather
Now let’s prepare you with a face to face letter
Enroll in that course of success and open doors
I’m a businessman, no one cross
Blaze on with the cigar I’m a boss
Don’t worry about the shark in the water like Jaws
Just make sure you get that job
Personally I don’t want you to hang out with people that steal and rob
Motivation this is the big mountain to climb
Let me direct you follow the right sign we keeping it live
We keeping it live
(is it live?)
Live
(is it live?)
Live
(is it live?)
Live
(is it live?)
We keeping it live
(is it live?)
Live
(is it live?)
(is it live?)
Live
(is it live?)
Live
(is it live?)
#Atmosphere #TalkTalk #Rhymesayers
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VIDEO CREDITS:
Shot by ZooDeVille
Edited by ZooDeVille and Slug
Directed by ZooDeVille and Slug
SONG CREDITS:
Created by Atmosphere
Produced by Ant
Written and performed by Slug
LYRICS:
I don’t even know if I really like people
But I do like to see people do things that they like
Have you seen my flashlight
Has anybody seen my flashlight
I just want to break your heart
Take it apart and label it art
Un deux trois gato
Party people I’ve got one question
Anybody here trying to get festive
Top choice so so selective
So let me hear you make noise project it
Sound is vibration
Like the siren that took over the radio station
Warning devastating to your ears
This goes out to a few of my peers
Boom I never took a swim in a spoon
But I danced around the living room with a broom
It all started with a Profile seven-inch
Been trying to keep the fire going ever since
I’m waiting for the weight to lift
Cause I’m afraid that it’s way too late to quit
A safe space for all yall love birds
But no vultures and no buzzards
Stay precious no pressure
I want to make it a whatever to remember
There’s always somebody better
I just want to see the whole party get wetter
I just want to see the whole party get wetter
I just want to see the whole party get wetter
Party people I’ve got one question
Anybody here trying to get breakfast
We can keep on going until the sun shine
We can keep on going until it’s lunchtime
I guess it’s excessive
Let’s not keep it a secret, confess
Indeed I like when I see yall cheesing
It’s all the reason I need to keep steezing
As long as the neighbors don’t call the super
I want to feel bass that wakes up the rooster
I want socks and shoes with rocket booster
Helicopter maneuvers
I used to jump through a blazing hoop to be cool
Them days are through
This might not be the right place to break this news
But I like the way that you lace your boots
Stay precious no pressure
I want to make it a whatever to remember
There’s always somebody better
I just want to see the whole party get wetter
I just want to see the whole party get wetter
I just want to see the whole party get wetter
I just want to see the whole party get wetter
Party people I’ve got one question
Do yall make exceptions
I didn’t come to give advice or suggestions
Except try your best not to get arrested
And I don’t mean to seem disrespectful
But I don’t care about your plate collection
Your collection plates or your first impressions
Just throw your hands in the air with aggression
Put them up like you’ve got questions
The knuckle tattoo says who’s next
Deejay Rare Groove on the guest list
Until they make the party move to the exits
Right now this feels like the best it
Might be heaven slightly less then
Heads up cause tonight’s a blessing
Spread love to fight the infections
Stay precious no pressure
I want to make it a whatever to remember
There’s always somebody better
I just want to see the whole party get wetter
I just want to see the whole party get wetter
I just want to see the whole party get wetter
I just want to see the whole party get wetter
I just want to see the whole party get wetter


